Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing; but instead of nonchalantly promenading our own corruption, we exude our sweat and grow winded upon the fetid air.

Basis of society: anonymous sweat.

The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.

If truth were not boring, science would have done away with God long ago. But God as well as the saints is a means to escape the dull banality of truth.

How important can it be that I suffer and think? My presence in this world will disturb a few tranquil lives and will unsettle the unconscious and pleasant naiveté of others. Although I feel that my tragedy is the greatest in history - greater than the fall of empires - I am nevertheless aware of my total insignificance. I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence.

There is only one thing worse than boredom, and that is the fear of boredom.